Mirror Lake
"The Mo family of Jinghu Lake is a family of weapon refiners. They primarily manufacture and design swords and knives. Their technology is advanced, and they are the weapon manufacturers and designers for most of the aristocratic families in the cultivation world. They have a strong economic income and run a business as a sideline. While the family is quite large, their military strength is slightly below average, and they can generally defeat nearly 84% of the aristocratic families."
Yes, you read that right. This is what Mo Qiuyan concluded after repeated deliberation and inquiries.
Not long ago, she was a 20-year-old single woman who lived alone and had a lot of original danmei peripherals and pro-signed works, a stable job, and a free life. However, reality played a cruel joke on her - she had to travel through life in a book~
She, no, her soul, is now in the body of a one and a half year old child who hasn't even grown all his teeth yet.
Jiumin, let me go back————
God: You are thinking about eating
Mo Qiuyan: QwQ
......
However, when God closes a door for you, he will open a window for you. Mo Qiuyan, who was originally staring at the sky in silence, immediately stopped being emo after hearing the conversation between the maids in the courtyard.
"Do you know? Recently, the little boy of Yunmeng Jiang family was born and named Jiang Cheng..." The maids used the most basic format of gossip, but it moved Mo Qiuyan so much that he shed two lines of tears.
"Look, what an authentic NPC. He told me the location and timeline of the book he traveled through. Could this be the legendary golden finger?" Mo Qiuyan found out that she had traveled through time into the novel that she had read no less than a dozen times.
Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation!!! My dream for years!! I! Traveled! Into! a! Book!
At that moment, a certain time traveler even planned his future lifestyle in a way that would make the plot progress so unbearable.
God, how can this be called opening a window?! This is called blowing up a wall! (God:?)
......
The newly planted peach tree in the yard had grown another inch, and the lotus leaves and flowers in the lake had changed again. In the blink of an eye, time had already passed... half a year. That's right, how could it have gone by so quickly like in time-travel novels? Did more than a decade really just fly by in the blink of an eye?
"Miss, Miss! Stop running!"
The panicked shouts of the servants suddenly broke the tranquility of the Mo family's immortal residence. Everyone walking in the corridor saw this scene: a barefoot child was running in front, and a servant was chasing him breathlessly. Although he was an adult, he could not catch up with the child. Every time he was just a little bit away, he would be left behind by Mo Qiuyan's flexible movements.
A woman named Mo, with the appearance of a child, did things that were not suitable for a human being. She ran from Baicao Garden to Sanwei Book House.
Mo Qiuyan (dog head holding a thornless rose jpg.): Want to catch up with me? Wishful thinking!
You ask her why she ran? Nonsense, whoever wants to leave will be followed and not allowed to do anything!
Poor servant: :D
You have two arms?
Mo Qiuyan quietly hid behind a rockery under the cover of a bunch of ornamental shrubs in the yard. Just as he was breathing a sigh of relief, his body was lifted up by a hand.
"Haha, little Ayan is running around again?"
The owner of this hand was none other than Lan Shu, the wife of the Mo Clan leader. She pulled Mo Qiuyan into a hug and rubbed her head, making her already messy hair even messier. Lan Shu raised an eyebrow, turned around and told the servants who had caught up to her to retreat. She said to Mo Qiuyan, "You're so fast at such a young age! Not bad, you're like me back then!"
Mo Qiuyan: “.”
After arriving at the Mo family, Madam Mo was the only person who confused her. Could anyone tell me why a person, whose appearance and name suggested that of a lady from a noble family, had a personality even more mischievous than that of Wei Ying in his youth?
Wei Ying: Don’t que
Every time she found A Niang, this "well-behaved" clan leader's wife was either lying by the lake fishing or going up the mountain to hunt rabbits and pheasants. Once, she brought her a nest of crickets - all of which were later designated as first-class national protected animals.
Mrs. Mo (holding the roasted bird): Ah Yan, come quickly! This bird smells so good!
Mo Qiuyan: “.”
At this time, the dishonest Mrs. Mo was holding her collar with one hand and carrying her back to the room like a cat.
Although Mo Qiuyan was full of confusion about this cheap mother, he also regarded her as a family member from the bottom of his heart.
——But this mother is unreliable. This is not the way to hold a child!
As she waved her arms and legs, trying to find another way to escape, a gentle and elegant voice reached her ears:
"Ashu, this is not the way to hold a child. Put it down quickly."
Mo Qiuyan was deeply moved: The savior is here!
But the next second, she was suddenly covered in dog food. Sect Master Mo looked at Lan Shu gently and said, "The child is quite heavy. It will hurt your wrist if you carry him. Don't get tired."
Lan Shu instantly transformed into a gentle and virtuous wife and mother. Ah, there was no such thing as a virtuous mother. She hugged her husband, kissed him on the cheek, and said, "My husband still loves me." Turning to look at me, she said, "Unlike this little brat, who runs around all day. I don't know who he takes after."
The great wronged Mo Qiuyan: "."
Who just said I have her style?
Looking at the two of them being so affectionate, Mou Qiu said he couldn't bear to watch it.
Haha, parents are true love, and children are accidents.
But from some perspectives, it’s pretty good, isn’t it?
Thinking of his resentful parents who often quarreled in his previous life, Mo Qiuyan expressed some emotion.
However, the couple in front of them were also quite miserable. Their child died when he was one and a half years old. If her soul had not inexplicably replaced his child, no one knew what would have happened.
Mo Qiuyan avoided the dog food attacks of the two and quietly climbed out of the room through the open window.
......
By the time Mo Qiuyan was finally free to move around the mansion alone, another four years had passed. She had been a third wheel for four years. Now, she gazed at the seemingly high-end building before her, lost in thought.
This building has three floors. In the past, she was taught by her father not to go in. Based on the cases of many predecessors throughout history who, because of their disbelief or arbitrarily setting flags, broke into unknown buildings and either encountered danger or discovered shocking secrets, Mo Qiuyan never tried to sneak in.
But today, Lan Shu asked her to wait outside the door.
Mo Qiuyan: I have a feeling this is the beginning of the main plot
"You're here quite early," Lan Shu's voice sounded behind her. Mo Qiuyan turned around and found her folding her arms, looking at him. "Xiao Ayan, do you want to go in and take a look?"
Didn't you ask me to wait...?
Mo Qiuyan complained in her heart but nodded. Lan Shu then picked her up, sat her in her arms, and carried her inside.
After more than four years of getting along, Mo Qiuyan had already regarded her as his second mother, and although Lan Shu seemed unreliable and didn't care about her, she actually cared about her very much.
After entering the house, Mo Qiuyan was startled by the heat wave that hit her head on. She looked towards the heat source and saw a swordsmith using spiritual power to send a semi-finished dagger into the furnace for the third step of sword making, "quenching".
Not far away was the first step of the sword's forging process, etc. But Lan Shu didn't stay on the first floor for long and took her to the second floor.
The second floor did not have the same ping-pong sounds as the first floor. Most of the people there were designers of various swords and magic weapons, as well as assemblers and maintainers of some non-sword and magic weapon parts. They had already injected spiritual power into the finished weapons.
Lan Shu didn't stay on this floor for long. She carried Mo Qiuyan to the top floor.
The Mo family is indeed a family of weapon refining. The third floor is full of weapon racks, filled with tens of thousands of different spiritual swords and auxiliary props. It is so spectacular that Mo Qiuyan was shocked and speechless.
Mo Qiuyan (Cosmic Cat’s Thinking Sublimation): So advanced!
Lan Shu waved her hand in front of her, bringing her back to her senses. She teased, "Why are you so intimidated by our family's strength?" She casually took a dagger from a nearby shelf and twirled it in her hand, making Mo Qiuyan shudder. "I brought you here today so that you can choose your own path."
Mo Qiuyan: Here it comes! The choice between the main quest and the bad quest!
Lan Shu said: "Most of the aristocratic families are generally sword cultivators. The Nie family mainly practices the way of the sword, the Lan family is a sword cultivator and a music cultivator, the Jiang family focuses more on body movements, but their weapons are still swords, and the Wen family often uses magic tools to assist. They don't have many choices. But," she put the dagger into the sheath and stuffed it into Mo Qiuyan's hand.
"Our Jinghu Mo Clan is different. You can learn any weapon and even master a cultivation weapon! If you're not interested, you can still learn business. What do you think?"
Mo Qiuyan began to have a fierce struggle in his mind.
Tanking? Mainline? Can I tank in the mainline? :-D
Of course I need to practice martial arts, otherwise how can I fight the Wen family in the Sun Shooting Campaign? But as for refining weapons... Sorry, I'm not very interested.
But for the sake of family inheritance, Mo Qiuyan decided to endure it and learn it when he has nothing to do.
She told Lan Shu her idea in a tactful way. Lan Shu slapped her thigh and asked Mo Qiuyan to choose a weapon he liked from the armory.
"Don't even think about swords or anything like that. We have something heirloomed from our ancestors, so just pick something convenient."
Mo Qiuyan: "..." I'm only six years old, right? Wouldn't I kill myself if I carried a knife at this age?
In the end, she chose a metal folding fan that looked the safest and would not get herself killed.
Mo Qiuyan: As long as I don’t have a brother, I can happily play with the fan!!!
......
Back in his room, Mo Qiuyan played with the silver iron fan in his hand. This was one of the best non-sword spiritual weapons made by the Mo family according to Lan Shu. It was named "Xiao Wu", which means "the sky connects with the clouds and the morning mist".
At that time, she turned her head and asked Lan Shu how to use the fan. Lan Shu took the fan and pressed the dark pattern on the side with one finger. A blade popped out, which scared Mo Qiuyan.
"...So this is not a spell attack but a physical attack?" Mo Qiuyan said after a moment of silence.
"What kind of physical magic?" Lan Shu glanced at her, but roughly understood what she meant. "You'll know the other functions when you reach Danjie."
"...Oh." :-D
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